Good God gave me a justified reason,
We don't belong, so it's not treason,
Stuck here in Satan's short season.
To put pen to pad, just be believing,
Always writing down what I'm feeling,
Rapture is soon? - Who'll be leaving?
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First trip please!
Haha yes!
Good write SB. I can't shay that title after a couple of ginsh - Shatan's short sheason, is it? heehee.
Haha imagine saying it in a Sean Connery accent.
Is he Welsh? lol.
Scottish lol.
I knew it really. lol.
A galloping rhyme that carries one along to the end. A strong message as well and good flow
Appreciate it, thank you.
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